Heart-shaped
a rose comes to desire its sand
so might say nothing about the kind of heart
that is not a heart of paper or of lead
or another name for an open mouth
do I find my heart from the sound of chewing
mad undertaker our only way is to break
Erasure poems derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 14 February 1668.
Dave Bonta
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